So I hate all kind of memos. Especially the ones on a post-it, you know, the sticky notes.
It all started in my childhood with my mother.
A sticky note on my lunchbox saying 'don't forget to eat all of your sandwiches!' Or the damn annoying one's in the laundry room 'please fold the laundry when the dryer turns off'.
Like she was everywhere. Damn sticky notes, I hate them! Anyway, now it's been 15 years later and I'm living together with my boyfriend. And he does it too, leaving a stupid note everywhere.
Just text me when you're home late, instead of sticking a note on the mirror! This morning, while I was making my breakfast, I noticed a note on the fridge. It seemed to be my mothers handwriting.
That just made me furious, since my mother passed away. This was a sick joke. So I ran outside blinded by my emotions, desperately wanted to see my boyfriend.
I crossed the street, and suddenly I saw her; my mother. Staring at me all worried. I slowly walked towards her, not knowing what to expect.
'Oh honey, I thought I told you not to leave the house today.' She said, and she sounds sad. So she holds my hand as we see my dead body, that just got hit by a car.
I guess I didn't get the memo.